Early mornings at camp Half-Blood for year-rounders usually consisted of breakfast, individual crafts and then education in the afternoons. After the battle of Manhattan many of the remaining campers made the quick decision to spend their school years at home, only returning to camp when absolutely necessary, or during summer for a 'vacation'. Otherwise, many didn't come back.

They were haunted by the faces of the past, the ones who never got to go home to their families. Whether they'd sided with Kronos or not, they were still demigods. Demigods stick together.

The defeat of Gaea had everyone on edge. They didn't want a repeat of the battle of Manhattan and Luke Castellan, but prepared for the absolute worst. When she and the Titans were eventually put to rest for a final time, demigods retreated back to their homelands. Their remaining families, their remaining loved ones. It'd been a rough couple of summers, even Chiron couldn't deny that, but it didn't make up for the emptiness that the camp held to it. Once bustling with life and youth, was now only inhabited by mythical creatures and camp veterans.

You were a year-rounder that stayed at camp. Was it willingly..? No, maybe not. Was it still your home? Yes, yes it was. Your cabin was empty during the springtime, and you took advantage of that factor. It'd been decorated to your taste, aesthetic and liking, and you were permitted to blast however much music you desired during the daytimes. That was a solid deal.

Nico was one of the other year-rounders. As it turns out, spending the last 6 months lingering around a certain son of Hades was more than enough for a friendship to strike up.

You heard a knock to your abode's door, to which it creaked open, hitting the Italian right in the face with your radio's tunes. "Morning- gods you really are a child of Apollo, can you turn that down? I think I can feel it reverberating around my skull."

Yeah, that's how your days usually went.